I don’t think I ever said
How much you meant to me.
My words were quiet, my actions small,
But my heart knew it all along.

Now that you’re gone, I hold on tight—
To the memories, the laughter, the light.
I wish I’d said it more back then,
My love for you, my dearest friend.

It wasn’t just you;
It was the time I was able to love someone.
Now my heart has no feelings—
Only echoes of what once was.

It was just three years,
but it felt like a lifetime.
Not because of time,
but because of everything you gave.

You weren’t just a friend—
you were my safe place,
my loud laugh,
my quiet strength.

We didn’t need forever
to make something that lasts.
You left a mark,
like sunlight through trees—
soft, steady, unforgettable.

Even now,
when life moves on
and days look different,
a part of me still carries us.

Three years.
That’s all it took
for you to become
a piece of my forever.

I know our friendship wasn’t perfect.
I had my ego, my fears.
I held on too tightly sometimes,
and pulled away when I couldn’t take it.

There were moments I was angry—
angry because I felt unseen.
You said I never saw how much you loved me,
but there were times
it felt like my heart was being cut through
by a sword you didn’t know you held.

Still… those days felt like heaven.
You were my comfort,
my chaos,
my safe place,
my storm.

I felt like I belonged to you,
even when I was lost to myself.
Some days, I couldn’t imagine losing you.
Other days, I stepped back—
let you be who you needed to be,
even if it wasn’t with me.
So I stayed close… from a distance.

You were everything.

And maybe I didn’t show it right.
Maybe I broke more than I built.
Maybe my love was messy,
too much,
too loud,
too late.
But it was real.
Every bit of it.

And even now—
after all this time—
you are still the ache I carry,
the name my heart whispers
when no one is listening.